The way all of these memories were racing around my mind, I felt obliged to add the song Do Remember The Time by Michael Jackson to it and Загрузить it to Ты Tube. Обои of Seto, Mokuba, Pegasus, Gozaburro and four distant figures along with my dad flashed before me. “Emma,” I heard a voice so faint call me and I could not reply for some reason.


“Merry Christmas, Kyra!” Mokuba said. Who is this Kyra person? I saw a young girl that looked like I did when I was seven. “Merry Christmas, Mokie! Where’s Seto?” сказал(-а) the girl I believed to be my younger self. “Oh, he’s in his room.” As Mokuba and mini me headed toward the direction of Seto’s room the scene changed.


It looked like the same день but there were a bunch of kids around the Рождество tree. At that moment, I remembered everything, not just on that день but at that orphanage as well. Seto was sulking against the door so I went over to see what was the matter with him. “I’m fine.” He сказал(-а) and turned the other way. I really was worried about him and wanted to tell him something. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, although my idea of Любовь was different back then. I thought Любовь was if Ты had a best friend that was a guy and Ты made each other happy that that was love. I still believe that’s mostly true added with what I’ve learned on the subject. I couldn’t find the words to tell him so I looked around and when I looked up, I was дана an excuse. It just happened that Seto and I were standing under some mistletoe. I gave him a quick peck on the cheek like I saw in Фильмы and he blushed when he looked at me. I was blushing when I said, “I-I Любовь you.” It was just like what happened last night. “I Любовь you, too.” He сказал(-а) and took off one of the two necklaces he had on and gave it to me. “It belonged to my mother. I-I want Ты to have it.” “It’s so pretty…” I said. It really was beautiful. It was made with black rope and had a diamond at the end. He helped me put it on. I just remembered that that was the same ожерелье I still wear today. Seto returned the peck on my cheek and the scene changed again.


It was still the same день since none of the presents were open yet. I was talking to Seto on the диван, мягкий уголок but my memory was aimed at a different conversation. “Thank you, sir. And merry Christmas.” сказал(-а) a woman that looked like the owner of the orphanage. “Kyra, dear. Come and meet your new father.” Seto and I exchanged confused looks and walked over to the woman. I looked at the man who left for two weeks but ended up being two months and counting. Not that I’m the one doing the counting. “What a lovely young lady.” He said. “I think I’ll call Ты Emma.” I realized that my name was never Emma. That was дана to me; my name was Kyra. Kyra Taka. There was something strange about that man; other than the fact that he had uncannily pointed ears. It may be a cliché, but he was giving of strange vibes.


I was outside saying my goodbyes and giving hugs. When I got in the back of the man’s limo, I turned back and saw Mokuba and Seto crying. Another fast forward. “You are never to speak to those Друзья of yours или go back to that country ever again.” The man сказал(-а) on the plane. That was where my reminiscences ended and I was conscious again.